The Haunted Mini-Mall, No. 6

The shops closed and stayed closed, exuding silence. Dark display windows are an indifferent audience for the leaves disintegrating in the parking lot. Over time, their glass has become so grimy, it no longer reflects sunlight, moonlight, or the rare headlights of fewer and fewer cars scurrying past the commercial crypt. One day it just closed, dust conquered the locks, and silence claimed the ruins.
The Haunted Mini-Mall, No. 6
by Ginger Mayerson
Collage on paper
10"h x"7w
Contact Ginger Mayerson about this collage, also see The Haunted Mini-Mall pamphlet. Poem originally published in The Coe Review, Issue 37, No. 1.